Right now, I'm at work, going on hour 56 or some such for this week. But then, I really can't complain since my boss lets me read during my downtime. This week I've been reading Elantris by Brandon Sanderson. I really enjoyed the first two books of his Mistborn Trilogy, and thought I'd give his first publication a shot. Impression so far: it's decent fantasy.

This week in Boston has seen some truly wicked stormage (spending my week's allottment of destroying English). Beautiful thunderheads have come rolling across the city, scattering tree limbs and tossing the homeless every which way.

@Danielle Ni Dhihe: Sorry to hear about your place getting burgled. Thankfully no one was hurt. Chances are slim they'll catch the asshats, but karma's got a much better prosecution rate.

and of course I have no idea how to ride it properly. am looking forward to hours of humiliation trying to figure the damn thing out.guy at the shop staired in disbeleif as I barley made it around the parking lot, then suggested training wheels.

I said, "no thank you, if i don't know how to do it by now, then i deserve to fall"

Where in the world did my parents go wrong with me? I really wonder sometimes.

A man is calling out into the night. Her name is Janne, and he's shouted it out loud enough that it has reached my window about 47 times now. The hopeful tone in his voice has not let up once, like he's calling for a lost cat. The wonders of staying home instead of going to noisy places on a Saturday night.

Next year I don't want to be twiddling my thumbs all summer... It's my own fault, but still it's frustrating trying to get a job for only 3 months and then doing what I usually do over the summer and have odd jobs and such. I've been photographing jewelry for a friend of my mum that has a fine jewelry store in the ritzy neighborhood in Oklahoma. It's been amusing to be trusted with thousand dollar earrings and 10k necklaces... who knew all this stuff was so expensive... Tonight is a kegger and my aunt's 30 year high school reunion, for which she and her husband are in town.

and the family is back... fuck. time to be social and lie about my big plans for my life...

@buzzorhowl That has been attempted by myself and many writers before me. I don't know of an editor that exists who will look at a script without art. I could be wrong, maybe they're hiding around every corner that I don't turn, but they don't seem to exist in the comic biz. Frowny face. The art that does accompany my comics isn't bad either, not by any standards. You can take a look at some at www.geekocracy.org/comix and see for yourself... I feel weird linking my website every other post, no more linkage tonight.

This time next year I want to be camped out on the side of a mountain waiting for the Tour de France to go by. I want to be one of the masses lined up for a mountain stage, waving a flag (make it a FreakAngels one), ringing my cowbell, and drinking fine, cheap wine.

It's a desire that I've had for the past 5 years, and it's not right to let a desire fester for so long.

This time next year I hope to have a job that pays me enough for rent and a living of some sort. That doesn't drive me insane. No bloody idea how I'm going to find a job in a place that doesn't make me permanently ill, though. (my lungs dislike air conditioning and the dryness of air in cities)

Tomorrow i have to make a sundress or two and then adjust a leather skirt.

The day after that? Going to see Zorro the musical. Because I need mad swashbuckling in my life.

This year and next: Decided to stay in Chicago (sorry NYC). Band hiatus seems to be over, so hopefully working on that. Might be doing an online show for actual producers, not to jinx that either. So, another year of making lo-fi comics, songs and videos.

FINAL UPDATE: Silence. The matter of acquiring keys to Janne's apartment seems to have been resolved. His tireless dedication to shouting the same name over and over again finally paid off. Astounding.

I swear my eyes used to be blue.There are things in the room that want my blood. They move through dimensions, I can only catch them in the corner of my eye. I have two huge bites already. I never saw a mosquito til I visited the fucking midlands.

I has a college. In nottinghams. All I need now is a flat. Also thinking about getting a scooter. I can't actually ride a bike but I do have the goggles...I went out tonight, had a meal, drank a respectable ammount of alcohol, but it's now 2am, my party are all asleep, Im pretty sober and incredibly untired. Do I start drinking again?

Just got back from Dark Knight screening at Bluewater. Believe the hype. Everyone knows already, but Ledger really nailed that part with chilling perfection. So sad.I've started reading 52. Never been a fan of DC Universe (cept Batman and a few others) but it is actually a whole lotta fun. London is being crushed by thick humidity and making me extra lethargic..I think a storm is coming.Why So Serious?

My biggest pet peeve is lazy speculative fiction writers. Biggest sin in this area is mono-climate planets. "We're going to crash into the jungle planet of Jureika!" No, you're not. And it would just take changing a few words and things would be fine. "We're going to crash into the jungles of Jureika!" Problem solved.

Recently another line made me want to start stabbing. "The planet didn't have any animals, but there were plenty of fruit trees." Do you see what's wrong there? AURGH.

Since I don't have an image of my face out on the intrawebz here's my sygil. Plz do not steal.

My computer keeps shutting itself down with no warning so I'll keep this brief.

This time next year I hope to have finished writing a book, be in a shitty punk band, be in America and have a girlfriend, I'd settle for one of those four.

This week I've been watching Freaks & Geeks which is great but sometimes is physically painful to watch as I'm not far enough removed from the unpleasantness and awkwardness that was school to laugh at it just yet.

It's too hot right now. I'm not built for the heat, yesterday I went down to London to see the World/Inferno Friendship Society (amazing cabaret-punk band) and I walked from Marble Arch to Camden. The cold pint I had when I got there was better than anything else that's going on in my life right now.

I don't want to be in Miami, I know that much. I don't want to be working for a huge fucking corporation rearranging deck chairs, either. And I don't want to wake up every morning having to claw my way through a wall of viscera to get to the coffee maker, for that matter.